Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall, have I fucked it up at all

I'm afraid to lose it all, again, again, again, again

And I'm sucking up all the alcohol, wondering if I overshot

Can we run it back? Can we run it back?

I'm stumbling at the bar and I'm hoping

I'm laying in my bed and I'm coping

And I'm still here thinking that I'm falling

So in doubt, I don't know what to call it

All the guesses that I made

All the good things that I said